1. He Gets Blamed - A Lot
Title: Ten Reasons Bobby Singer Hates the Resurrected ‘Verse
Disclaimer: I do not own Bobby (Kripke does, that bastard) - or anyone else - that would be Whedon, Murphy, Henson, Davies, Kenyon, and Spelling. (Except for Mari, Malachi, and Sheyle - them‘s mine, bitches!)
Summary: Bobby’s the unofficial ‘adult’ of the Resurrected ‘verse, what with Mary & John dead, ‘Hank’ & ‘Joyce’ rejuvenated, and Giles just kind of out of the picture in London. Which is why he hates
being caught in the middle of all the ‘kids’ messes. Here are the other ten reasons.
A/N: Why, or why, do I want to make Bobby say gorramit all the time? Mean, old crotchety man. I think he’s an ancestor of Captain Malcolm Reynolds…*beat the muse with a frying pan - no more damn fandoms in the R ‘V!* Ten Reasons Bobby Singer Hates the Resurrected ‘Verse
1. He Gets Blamed - A Lot
“ - And that’s why this is all
your fault, Bobby Singer!
” Buffy Summers-soon-to-be-Miller hollered through the phone.
“Actually, little girl, this would all be Graham’s
fault. He’s the one who skirted out on his job of relaying the demon contract information to me
to save Dean before
he went to hell!” Bobby hollered right back at her. “And Dawn
was the one who decided she had to adopt Sam as her new summer project.”
crushing on a dead guy! This can only end badly!
” Buffy’s voice quieted. “I don’t want her to get hurt.
“Dean’s not dead. He’s not any more dead than Cassie, Ash or Anya,” Bobby explained for the umpteenth time. Everyone else could wrap their heads around it, but the oldest living slayer couldn’t seem to. “And if you have an issue with Dawn hanging around the Winchester boys, you’re gonna have to take it up with her. Not me.”
“But they listen to you, Bobby!”
Buffy whined a bit at the end of her sentence, driving him a bit mad.
“Talk to your damn sister!” Bobby slammed the phone down and went back to researching the demon that was setting up shop three towns over and collecting toes of it’s victims.
He had about five minutes peace before the damn phone rang off the hook again. Double checking to make sure it wasn’t one of his cover-story phones, he pulled it to his ear.
Buffy calling me non-stop?
“Your sister’s afraid that you’re half in love with Dean, and she’s blaming -” What? That’s completely
stupid! I - I don’t like him or his stupid music or his stupid car or his stupid face -”
“Take it up with your sister, Dawn,” Bobby snapped, slamming the phone down.
It rang five seconds later. Slamming the book down hard on the table, he hefted up the phone again, any patience he had now shot to shit.
“Uh, Bobby, why is Summers telling me I’m stupid?
“If you can’t figure that out on your own, then you’re as stupid as she calls ya.”
Bobby then did something he’d never done before in all the years he’d been hunting. He unplugged his damn phone for an hour.